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The innocence is her hair.
Flowing like a flag on a windy day,
Untouched by curling irons.
The innocence is her eyes,
Blue, bold, and beautiful.
It hasn’t been covered in make-up
Or drowned by tears.
The innocence is her smile,
Laughing at everything around her.
The sides of her mout...

Im always known as
“the happy one”.
No doubt I love being happy,
Yet there’s still something
Strange about it.
Not a day goes by
Without a big smile
Plastered to my face.
It’s like a tatoe
That can never be removed.
Somedays all I want to do
Is tear it off. Show that
I can be w...